Sweet Subterfuge novel by Trina Duo novel Chapter 897

Aster counted on his fingers. "Cake, chocolate, ice cream, fried chicken ..."

They were all his favorites, but Larissa didn't allow him to eat too much of them.

When Aster saw Larissa's face darkening, he immediately hid himself in Gary's embrace and acted like a spoiled child. "Grandpa, Mommy is so scary!"

Gary took over the phone and explained in a hurry, "Don't worry, I've kept track of his diet. I only bought him a little of everything."

"A little of everything ... No wonder Aster had gotten so much chubbier," Larissa thought.

Larissa suddenly felt glad that she hadn't reunited with Gary too early. Otherwise, judging from how indulgent he was toward children, Aster would probably end up as some sort of spoiled kid from a wealthy family, just like Bethany.

"I'll go and pick him up tomorrow," she said.

Gary wasn't pleased with that. "Let him stay with me for a few days more. I've just gotten close with Aster, and we're getting along well too. I'll be lonely if he's gone."

"If I continue to let you take care of him, I'll have a hard time trying to discipline him again."

Aster pouted at the camera. "You won't! I'm a good child!" He didn't agree with what his mother said.

"Do you want to continue to eat at Grandpa's place and make a pig of yourself? Don't forget that if you eat too much, you might get yourself killed." Larissa scared him on purpose.

That was a line from the animated movie that Aster loved watching. In the movie, the scene where the parents of the main character ended up as pigs while eating was once his biggest nightmare.

As expected, Aster was terrified. He immediately jumped out of Gary's arms. "I'll go back tomorrow!"

Gary shot daggers at Larissa. "Why did you scare him like that?"

When Larissa heard that, her expression turned solemn. "Okay, I'll go back tomorrow."

It seemed like the current situation wasn't favorable for the company; otherwise, Gary wouldn't have said that to her.

Gary nodded. "Alright. Rest early. I'm going to sleep too."

As soon as Larissa ended the call, she tossed her phone aside and looked up at the sky. A helpless sigh escaped her lips.

Right then, Kevan walked out of the bathroom after taking his shower. "What's wrong?" He was exuding a waft of a pleasant minty-lemon fragrance.

Larissa took a deep breath, and the question that had been bothering her for a long time resurfaced in her mind again.

"He uses the same shower gel as me, but why do I feel that he smells better?" she muttered inwardly.